Chapter 1772 Trust No One

"Here's the place. I've been pressing him for the rent, but he never pays them on time. I only rented the place to him because I felt bad for him. "But Bowie's an honest guy, and I don't see any issues with him. He hardly raises his voice," commented the landlord, Travis Zielinski. He wore flip-flops and had a cigarette between his teeth. The keys around his waist suggested that he was a relocated resident, though he seemed laidback while explaining to Dalton. He couldn't help but ask with a frown, "Does Bowie really owe you money?" Dalton, rarely finding himself in such a filthy environment, had a pale expression since he stepped foot into the area, as though the foul stench gripped him. However, raised with manners, he remained every bit of a gentleman, offering no complaints but a soft hum in reply. "You don't seem like the kind of person who's here to collect a debt," Travis muttered. Wynter knew that Dalton had been disturbed by the squalid surroundings. She took out a mask